The slip of paper he’d handed to her had felt like an unprovoked assault on her character. She could barely stand to carry it home in her pocket. She felt accused, violated. How dare that crackpot school doctor, who’d never even met her before, label her with depression, when all she did was have the courage to vulnerably ask for a little support. Her request for help, in and of itself, demonstrated that she was being reasonable and responsible, doing what an emotionally healthy person would do. She hated that asshat doctor for labeling her with his totally unprofessional rush to judgment.
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